The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 110

"You were running a fever all night, rambling in your sleep. Careful now let me help you sit up. You should eat something."

Violet glanced at the bowl of soup Xenia had brought upstairs.

"I made this for you. Try it, see if you like it."

With Violet's steadying arm, McNeil slowly pushed himself upright.

He took a spoonful from the bowl Violet offered. The soup was warm and sweet, with a hint of crystal sugar-a comforting taste that felt oddly familiar.

He paused, a memory tugging at him. "Did you make this yourself?"

Why did it taste exactly like the soup Victoria used to make for him and Gwyneth?

Violet nodded, a hopeful smile on her face. "Yes. I even added a little sugar. Don't you like it?"

She'd taken extra care in the kitchen, wanting everything just right.

McNeil didn't answer. He just lowered his eyes and finished the soup. In no time, he'd emptied the bowl.

His stomach was finally full, but somehow, his heart still felt hollow.

out to put away the dishes, McNeil reached

several times, but she hadn't

the other hand, had tried

I came

quiet sigh. “I'm the one who should apologize. You're not well yourself.

fluttered at his

with Victoria after all—he'd just

bandages on his back and frowned in

bodyguards. Who could have hurt him

curtly, making it clear he

in chaos, with reporters gleefully spreading the story far and wide. All of Starfall City now knew that the Hughes family heiress had

public appearance together had only

the talk of the town for days, plastered across

doubt, McNeil's grandfather had

the rest of the city didn't know about Victoria's history with the Simms family, but

to Simms' fiancée-in the public eye looked every

pounded as she recalled how, at the party, the reporters had painted her and McNeil as

always favored Victoria. After seeing those reports, he

looked at McNeil, guilt and pain etched

your grandfather was so angry? Because he found out you took me to Janice's birthday? Is that